When Sophie Jameson first became a domme at Club 1740, it was more out of financial necessity than it was for personal pleasure and sexual exploration. But over the years as she rocked her leather corsets and boots while wielding every crop and flogger imaginable, she grew to love the thrill and adulation that her clients brought her. But all along, her path in life and her heart was with a different profession—one she was planning to embark on at the summer’s end.

And then he changed everything. Tall, dark, impossibly built—William was the complete opposite of whatever image a male sub conjured up. After all the subs, Sophie finally felt true lust and desire. Although he was the proud stallion who needed breaking, he became the one to make her break all her rules and let down all her walls.

But it was just supposed to be for that one night, but an accidental encounter days later outside Club 1740’s protected walls had the two seeing each other in a different light—as simply Sophie and William, not Domme and sub. While they should have parted ways, they couldn’t. While they should never have gone back to her place, they did.

And that simple mistake has a serious price for both of them.

Excerpt

Keeping his head bowed, he asked,
“Mistress, will you give me the honor of pleasuring you?”

“No.”

“But why?”

I swept my hands to my hips. “Are
you being insubordinate with me?”

“No, mistress. I just wish you would
consider my offer.”

“And why is that?”

“Because I want to please you. I
want to make you come as hard as you made me.”

“Sorry. The answer is still no,” I
replied as I took the rope over to the sink to be disinfected.

When I turned around, surprised
filled me at the sight of William on his feet again. His gaze still remained
averted from mine. “Look at me,” I commanded.

He raised his eyes to stare at me
full on as I walked back over to him.
Although he was trying to mask it, I could tell he was hurt by my
refusal. “I want you to understand that it’s not you—you didn’t do anything to
displease me. I don’t receive pleasure from any of my subs.”

“You should,” he insisted.

Cocking my head at him, I said, “You
should remember how to talk to your mistress.”

Instead of appearing apologetic, he
took a step forward. “May I at least kiss you?”

As I gazed at his earnest
expression, I didn’t see what it could hurt. “Fine. A kiss and then you go on
your merry little way.” I poked a finger into his breastbone. “And you tip me
well.”

William smiled. “Yes, Mistress.”

I stood toe to toe with William and
tilted my chin. “Kiss me,” I instructed.

He dipped his head, and he closed
his eyes. At the slight brush of his lips against mine, a shiver of
anticipation shot down my spine. I felt like I was thirteen again with a
boulder of anxiety in my stomach as the boy I liked kissed me behind our barn.
When he deepened the kiss, he brought his arms around me, molding me to him.
The kiss was everything—passionate, intimate, and affectionate. It felt like
rediscovering a lost emotion—a lost part of me.

Needing more, I sucked his tongue
inside my mouth. The moment I gave him the green light, a switch flipped inside
William. The reverent way his mouth had worshipped mine was replaced with a
desperate conquering. His tongue battled along with mine, sucking, licking,
devouring. An ache began to build between my thighs, and I pressed my hips
against William’s.

His hand left the small of my back
to wrap around my braid. He tugged on it, pulling me back to look at him. “I
want to taste every part you, not just your mouth.”

Breathless from our exertions, it
took me a moment to find my voice. “I told you I don’t do that.”

“Why should you deny yourself?”

Staring into his handsome face, I
wondered the same thing. All these years, I’d never taken any pleasure for
myself. There had been subs I’d been attracted to like Owen. Not all of them
were interested in reciprocating pleasure, but many were. And I told them all
no.

As I stood molded against William’s
warm, overpowering body like a second flesh, I didn’t want to argue anymore. I
wanted to let go. I was a twenty-four year woman who had pretty much sacrificed
her life for work, school, and her family. I couldn’t remember the last time an
orgasm hadn’t come from a vibrating device.

Dipping his head, William’s breath
was warm against my ear. “Please let me make you come.”

At the thought of what his mouth
could do on my pussy, I whispered, “Yes.”

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About the Author

Katie Ashley is a New York Times, USA Today, and Amazon
Best-Selling author. She lives outside of Atlanta, Georgia with her daughter,
Olivia, and her two very spoiled dogs. She has a slight obsession with
Pinterest, The Golden Girls, Harry Potter, Shakespeare, Supernatural, Designing
Women, and Scooby-Doo.

With a BA in English, a BS in Secondary English Education,
and a Masters in Adolescent English Education, she spent 11 1/2 years educating
the Youth of America aka teaching MS and HS English until she left to write
full time in December 2012.

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